Dance of the Crystal by Cris Anson

reached into the nightstand drawer.

    “Here,” she said triumphantly.
    Cautiously he moved his arm to uncover one eye. And felt more blood rush to his groin as he processed what she held up. A condom packet. He jerked up like he’d been released from a slingshot. She’d been a virgin and she stashed condoms at her bedside? Hell’s bells, had she ambushed him?
    His brain and his cock battled for supremacy.
    Then she touched the bead of pre-cum that glistened on the tip, swirled his lubrication around the head with her fingers.
    No contest. His cock won.
    Groaning, he grabbed the foil as Crystal wrapped her fingers around his cock, made a few hesitant up-and-down strokes. It jumped and swelled in her hand. Her brown eyes widened.
    “Okay, babe, that’s it.” He ripped open the foil and, fumbling like a teenager, rolled the condom onto hot flesh that felt as hard as a fencepost.
    In an eye blink he flipped her on her back and covered her with his super-heated body, muscled thighs between hers, cock nudging the entrance to that sweet pussy he wanted to fuck until the sun came up a couple of months from now. He captured her expectant gaze. “You want it, you got it.”
    And thrust home. Deep into a warm, tight cavern that wrapped around him, tugged him, squeezed him.
    “Jesus.” He touched his forehead to hers. He had to take a deep breath, to lie absolutely still, so he wouldn’t come right then and there. “You feel like heaven.”
    She made a low moan. He raised himself on his elbows. “Am I too heavy?”
    In response, she slid her palms down to his ass cheeks and pressed him even closer to her, raised her hips tentatively, inviting him to move his.
    He needed no further invitation. This time, he promised himself, he’d give her what a woman as responsive as her should have—a long, leisurely fuck, holding back her climax…and his—until they both were slick with sweat and anticipation and need. Levering himself onto his elbows, he withdrew his cock slowly until only the head remained, then just as slowly slid it back in as deep into her softness as it would go.
    Hearing his name whispered on a shuddering sigh almost made him pump into her, hard and fast.
    Almost.
    Deliberately he took a deep breath and repeated the sequence even more slowly, causing a hitch in Crystal’s breathing. Their gazes locked. She looked so vulnerable and trusting as she trembled beneath him, Soren found himself wanting to protect her, to treat her like a priceless treasure.
    Then she grabbed his ass with a vengeance while lifting her hips, trying to alter his rhythm.
    A deep chuckle escaped him. “Oh no, you don’t.” He pinned her to the mattress by simply allowing his full weight to rest on her. Swinging her arms over her head, he immobilized them by holding both wrists in one massive hand. “It’s my way or the highway.”
    In slow motion he advanced and retreated, advanced and retreated, until sweat beaded his forehead and she was squirming and bucking under him, her head tossing from side to side.
    He dipped his head and captured a rosy, engorged nipple with his teeth.
    “Soren!” Her hips shot up a foot off the bed and she convulsed around his cock, primitive sounds emanating from deep in her throat. Hell. He’d wanted to bring her to the brink and then slow down until she begged him to fuck her hard and quick, but she’d been way ahead of him. Perversely he thought, okay, sweetheart, you got the easy one. This time, I’ll make you beg .
    Her hot, tight pussy still rippling around him encouraged Soren to pump his hips faster. Made him suddenly wonder why the hell it had seemed so important for him to try to withhold her climax when it felt so good to see her eyes go blind with passion, to hear the little whimpers she was still making as he increased his tempo. God, she felt so good, so tight, it would only take a few more strokes to—
    A sound like glass shattering stopped him mid-stroke. “Jesus! What was